Tuesday, 22 November 2011


Image from here
We had the most hysterical soccer match tonight.

We turned up in the pouring rain to play the only team in the competition who are lower on the ladder than we are*. The pitch was completely churned up. It was like a mud wrestling match by the end.

They had three players. We had five.

One of their players had a broken arm. Another was without her contact lenses. It seemed that only one was fully fit and healthy. We all had a big belly laugh together when the woman with the broken arm told us that some team members were absent because they had colds. Lightweights!

There was a sense of hope among our usually broken team. We had a chance.

We all giggled about how embarrassing it would be if we lost. Imagine! I had a sense of dread and tried to talk the girls out of playing. IMAGINE if we lost. It was well within our repertoire.

We went out onto the pitch and from the outset we were stunned. There may have only been three of them, but they were everywhere! The one with the broken arm was like a terrier. They were far more skilled than we were and for a while there I was actually concerned that we WOULD be beaten by a team of three, one with a broken arm, another without contact lenses, in the pouring rain. Imagine.

The ball practically had to be asked to move. It was as slow and sluggish in the rain as we were. And it had a magnetic attraction to the terrier. It just wouldn't keep away from her.

Our team was like a skit from a British comedy. All slap stick. Slips and trips and passes that went nowhere. And out of the comedy of errors, with four of our players ping-pinging the ball back and forth between them, would burst the terrier, the ball in her possession.

But we had a sweet victory. 3-1. Our only victory to date. Victory by default perhaps, but a victory nonetheless. Such a great laugh. So ridiculously wet and muddy. Totally worth it.

*It turned out that they have just been dropped from a higher division and that is the only reason they are lower than us on the ladder. False hope. They will be a force to be reckoned with when they have a full team.


Mrs Woog said...

A bit like the ice skater dude.... What is his name? Ps congrats xx

MultipleMum said...

A lot like that Mrs Woog!

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Mum on the Run said...

A win is a win is a win - however unethical!!!
But the laughs would've have been entertainment value enough.

Life In A Pink Fibro said...

Love it! I have this vision in my mind...

Mama of 2 boys said...

Oh WOW! I am just super impressed that you got out there... tonight... in that foul weather! Kudos to you and the team... that victory must taste extra sweet this evening. What a lovely comical memory to take away :o) xo

Sarah Mac said...

A win is a win right?

VICTORY is yours! ;)

InkPaperPen said...

Love it. I was getting worried for you, from the way you were writing I was beginning to think the terrier had gotten away with the ball. But, I had your blog title to reassure me!


Anonymous said...

HAHAHAHAHAHA! Sounds like a great time. Congrats on your win!

Photographer Mum said...

I love your description of the lady with the broken arm as a terrier. Too funny! Congrats on your win!

Maxabella said...

Too funny! I can't believe she fronted up with a broken arm! Such dedication!

It's such a great thing to be part of a team. x

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